A professional weeper begins to wail at someone nearby about the perils of insidious in-laws, and Wrathion scrunches up his face in distaste as he turns to watch.
A bit much indeed.
"Consider yourself special," he says finally. "Unique."
He turns back, tilts his head thoughtfully at Astarion.
no subject
A bit much indeed.
"Consider yourself special," he says finally. "Unique."
He turns back, tilts his head thoughtfully at Astarion.
"Elves are common where you're from?"
Is he fishing? Yes, he's fishing.